Back when I was married to my first wife, Peggy and my sister Helen was living with us, my brother, Walter and his wife, Marie, had come over and we were all to have dinner there. Peggy was going to go to the store to get some last minute items and since it was dark, she turned the car lights on.

Walter and I heard the car horn start blowing so we went to the door to see what Peggy wanted, thinking she was signaling us with it. She walked up to the door and said, "Okay, what did you do to the car ?" Walter and I had done nothing to it and told her so. She didn't believe us and told us that when she turned the lights on the horn blew instead of the lights turning on. Well with Walters knowledge of cars and my knowledge of electricity we knew that wasn't right and being somewhat of a smart-aleck, I sarcastically asked, "When you blow the horn do the lights turn on?"

Peggy said she didn't know but when we went to the car and she tried it, I was amazed when pressing the horn button made the headlights turn on. This perplexed us all. Helen took Peggy to the store while Walter and I proceeded to trouble shoot the electrical system. We found a cable full of wires had been crushed by a mounting bracket and the wires had shorted together causing the problem. Now that's one for the record books and it is a true unembellished story

Robert (G-75-33)